I think it probably depended on the circumstances. An old friend of mine was a young girl back then, whose father was in JFK’s administration. She visited the White House with her family, and Kennedy offered to show her something in his bedroom. He cornered her in there, and wouldn’t take no for an answer, until she very cleverly thought to tell him, sorry, she was having her period. Then he let her go. Otherwise, he was the president, and wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Sounds a lot like Bill Clinton.
Sort of like LBJ: "Move over, darlin', this is your president speaking."
My next door neighbor for thirty years on Cape Cod "entertained" Saint Jack's security detail whenever they were in town. Quite a character with some great stories.
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